Book Launch: Pure Poison by Hawkings Austin

As DragonCon has now started in earnest, and despite the fact that the official launch party is not until Sunday, Pure Poison by Hawkings Austin, a Purity Wellman novel, is now available in ebook and paperback. It’s an intriguing and entertaining mystery with likeable characters and a well thought out approach to urban fantasy that I’ve not seen before.

You can listen to an excerpt in the video below:


Purity Wellman’s family thinks she died in 1958. She should have been so lucky. No, the devil stole her soul on her very doorstep. He was trying to get her parents. He got her instead.

She spent eight years in Don Bello’s fishbowl and fifty years in Purgatory before her brother sang her back into the daylight. As close as Knoxville lies to her Appalachian hometown, Purity has travelled far from anything she’s ever known, and she’s not going back to that fishbowl.
But, it turns out Purity isn’t as helpless as she used to be. For one thing, now she can sing. And for another, when it comes to vampires, she’s poison.

 


 

Image of Hope Lavelle used with permission. Other images from pixabay and dreamstime. Narration by Jennifer Ledford. Animation, editing and additional effects by Ben Zwycky.

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At last a Promo Video for Beyond the Mist

After creating promo videos for other people’s books, I thought it was about time that I made one for one of my own. I hope you agree it captures the mystery and wonder that the book itself evokes in its readers so far.

If you haven’t tried it yet, see what all the fuss is about by following this link.

 

Door

What does this small door open to?
Where does this entrance lead?
To a secret staircase,
Or a mighty noble steed?

Perhaps an endless field of stars,
Or alien terrain;
Great waves of mighty vehicles
To charge across the plain;

An honour guard of shining knights
Or swarms of countless foes;
A dark trench-coated private eye
To tell you what he knows;

The tomb of a great warrior,
His body lain in state;
A dark priest’s inner chamber
With its altar of pure hate;

A fleet of anchored warships,
All ready to depart;
The final set of traps that guard
The holy mountain’s heart;

A glistening laboratory
Of wonders to behold;
Mighty curving walls of ice
That gleam with burning cold;

A superhero costume
To unleash your inner strength;
Your wise and wizened mentor,
Who desires to talk at length;

A legendary training room
Where you can hone your skill;
A cold white room where your beloved
Lies so deathly ill;

A briefing room where you find out
How you can save the day;
An awesome craft to take you to
A place so far away;

Millions of universes
Linked to this one point;
A crowd of surly faces,
A disreputable joint;

A cupboard full of power tools
We’ll use for our escape;
Our most valued captive
Who can change his very shape;

Shifting clouds and atmosphere
Above a barren land;
The fabled artifact that we
Defend with our last stand;

A world that’s full of magic,
Where souls are forged and grown;
The frightening power so many
Have been trying to disown;

A thousand atmospheres of pressure
Waiting to rush in;
A poor neglected victim
Who’s now so weak and thin;

The king’s forbidden siren
And her enticing web;
The fragile source of life that’s reached
It’s very lowest ebb;

A host of those that stalk the night,
Who we must now destroy;
A team of special forces
Preparing to deploy;

The secret project our elites
Have hidden all these years;
The documents that will confirm
Our deepest gnawing fears;

The unsuspecting target
Of a dark assassin’s blade;
A refuge from the desert heat,
Providing welcome shade;

A passage to another time
When life was simpler, yet
Dirtier, more difficult,
And often under threat;

Rolling hills and meadows
On which to play and roam;
A vault of glistening treasure,
Or better yet, a home?